Michael McGrory from west Donegal
He came to Glasgow with nothing at all
He fought the landlord, then the Africa Korps
He came to Glasgow with nothing at all
Abraham Caplan from Vilnius you came
You were heading for New York, but Leith's where you've stayed
You built a great business which benefits all
But you came to my land with nothing at all
In Scotland's story, I read that they came
The Gael and the Pict, the Angle and Dane
But so did the Irishman, Jew and Ukraine
We're all Scotland's story and we're all worth the same
Joseph D'Angelo dreams of the days
When Italian kids in the Grassmarket played
We burned out his shop when the boys went to war
But auld Joe's a big man and he forgave all
In Scotland's story, I'm told that they came
The Gael and the Pict, the Angle and Dane
But where's all the Chinese and Indian names?
They're in my land's story and they're all worth the same
Christina McKay, I read of your name
How you travelled south from Delny one day
You raised a whole family in one room, they say
And the X on the line stands in place of your name
So in the old story, I'll bet that I came
From Gael and Pict and Angle and Dane
And a poor migrant girl who could not write her name
It's a common old story, but it's mine just the same
All through the story, the immigrants came
The Gael and the Pict, the Angle and Dane
From Pakistan, England and from the Ukraine
We're all Scotland's story and we're all worth the same
Your Scotland's story is worth just the same
Your Scotland's story is worth just the same